january love

twenty

Fireworks

Duan Mulian was taken aback. He thought that what Ye Qing said to his father was just a gimmick to cover up his ears. The principle of not being implemented is good now, the olive branch is stretched out in front of the nose, how can people refuse it.

"Mr. Ye, thank you for your kindness...But frankly speaking, I don't have much research on commercial illustration, I just take classes occasionally..."

"You're worth it, I'm not bad at seeing people."

It was these three words again, inciting and bewitching his originally unsteady heart.

In fact, why does Duanmulian not want to give it a try? He loves the paint brush very much. Illustrator is a profession that can only be imagined in bed. Work.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qing helped him pave the road, and even did enough to deal with the aftermath. With a few words, his father turned a blind eye and closed his eyes, and almost helped him to step up the steps. He felt that he was really happy Almost dead.

Duanmulian was in a daze, and signed the contract of sale like a stunned young man who was deeply involved in pyramid schemes.

It was made in duplicate, signed three times and four times neatly and cleanly.

Ye Qing was satisfied, and took out the work arrangement he had prepared.Recently, I am in charge of a girls' literature magazine, which is planning to publish its surroundings. After thinking about it, the ones that can match up with girls' literature are nothing more than wind, flowers, snow and moon, small and fresh, sad spring and autumn, day and night.

Boss Ye thought about asking Duanmulian to try to draw a set of postcards, with the theme of 24 solar terms, with a custom style, just make up a series, add poems, make a more comfortable material, and make a group [Spring has hundreds of flowers] There are moons in autumn, cool wind in summer and snow in winter].

Once it hits the shelves, the sales will definitely be incredible.

Duan Mulian carefully read the work content, nodded in agreement, thanked Ye Qing after eating a few mouthfuls of tofu, and returned to the side sofa with a blushing face while holding the big box.

Ye Qing tried his best to put the two of them on an equal footing. Although Duanmulian is introverted, he always deals with principles. He is neither courteous nor accepting alms. He always thinks about paying back a dollar he borrowed, just like before Ye Qing gave him the project, this kid awkwardly wrote a note to help him share some work, his thoughts were too delicate, this kind and pure appearance made him couldn't be more fond of it.

Therefore, whether it is the work of the American editor or the signing of the contract, they are all bargaining chips for an equivalent exchange. Only with this level of affiliation can he accept those [extra] cares with peace of mind, just as simple as going to work and getting a salary. exchange behavior.

Ye Qing understood Duanmulian's obstinate mentality, sat on the sofa and looked at the contract, and gradually realized that Ye Qing was trying to give him a sense of security. This man is like a mage who can read minds. His blood has been cleared out, and all his thoughts have been dug out.

The work of the US editor was progressing smoothly, and there was still a period of time before the deadline for Duan Mulian to free up a lot of time. He opened the webpage to find the information and materials to be started next.

The 24 solar terms are the calendar used by the ancients to guide farming. After understanding the principle, he couldn't imagine how the ancients stared at the sundial all day long, and then figured out the cycle of the sun. He couldn't help but lament the perseverance and wisdom of his ancestors.

Because the theme of the postcard belongs to traditional culture and is so close to nature, Duanmulian resolutely uses vivid and powerful watercolors to describe it.

Although he majored in finance at Duanmulian University, he did not miss business-related courses in his spare time, and sometimes even spent more time on hobbies than major courses. He suddenly felt a little thankful that he was idle in his room back then. The skills I have accumulated in painting until the dark, so even if I paint now, it doesn't take much time to get used to it, and I regained the touch in an afternoon.

Duanmulian didn't dare to be negligent, since Ye Qing entrusted him with this task, he must be worthy of this trust, he can't speak nice words, so he had to use his skills to take care of the house, 24 hand-painted ones only took one month to complete, it was still a bit tight .

But when he thought that he could help Ye Qing, Duanmulian felt very happy, at least the roses given by the man were not so difficult.

Duanmulian plans to spend one day conceiving, first planning the draft, composition, and general content of each postcard. In order to ensure the printing quality, the original postcard should be twice the actual size of the postcard, but it is not too large, and one postcard per day is just right.

By the time Duanmulian finalized all the drafts, it was already an hour past the off-duty time, he stretched his waist and rubbed his neck, looked up and saw Ye Qing was still typing on the keyboard, he should be drafting a contract, he wanted to wait for him They went back together after work, but when the other party saw that he was done, he turned off the computer and put it in his bag.

Duan Mulian watched the leader walk up to him and sit down. The man's expression was always indifferent like a stoic maniac, but his behavior was very obscene. He stretched out his arms to wrap his waist and it was a sexual harassment.

"Tired, huh?"

"It's not tiring, it's a long way to go to be appreciated by the leader." Duan Mulian also relaxed and teased him.

"I want to give you a salary increase for this drive, right..."

"Eh?"

"Let's go grocery shopping together later, okay?"

"What... what?"

"I said I'll take care of you."

Ye Qing kissed Duanmulian's forehead, ignoring the astonishment on his face, he pulled those hands covered with pencil dust and paint.

"It's so dirty, go wash it."

It was a little past six o'clock in the evening, which was also considered the peak of the flow of people. The leader brought the new employees... oh no, he brought his wife to the fresh food section of the supermarket and pushed the shopping cart around. The two had difficulty choosing together.

Duan Mulian found that he had very little contact with Ye Qing's life, and he didn't know anything about his favorite things, so he simply asked.

"Ye Qing, how do you usually eat your three meals?"

"The secretary sent it over or the part-time worker came to do it at home. Sometimes I just forget it when I am busy."

Duanmulian thought it was as expected, "This is not okay, if you want to defeat the leader, you can say yes, um... can seafood be eaten?"

"Anything is fine, pick what you like."

"Anyway, give me a chance to serve you." Duanmulian muttered in a low voice and put the shrimp he just took into the shopping cart.

The man obviously heard it, and he leaned into his ear and lowered his voice, "You just need to serve me on the bed."

"Ye Qing, you... nasty!" Duan Mulian hurriedly fled a few steps away, Ye Qing followed without changing his face, pushing the shopping cart.

In the end, it was Duanmulian's decision. He lived self-sufficiently for so many years when he was in school. Although his craftsmanship was average, he could support himself after all, and he had some experience as a housewife.

I bought pasta, bacon, ham, vegetables, seafood, cheese and other messy things, plus the usual seasonings, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, because yesterday when I was cooking the noodles, I found that the salt in Ye Qing's house was all lumpy, Seeing the situation, the hour does not come often.

Ye Qing had no desire for the dazzling array of goods, followed Duanmulian like a husband waiting for the checkout, and only took a few cans of beer from the shelf.

"I thought you were really otherworldly."

Ye Qing raised his eyebrows, thinking that I will eat you.

After all, they are all foods that cannot be stored, so the quantity I buy is not much, but the variety is quite rich, at least to ensure that I will not be so depressed to the point of eating egg noodles in these two days.

When paying the bill, Duanmulian took two pieces of cake and chocolates. He likes sweets, like a child, especially when there is a piece of candy in his mouth, it can mobilize his inspiration.

When he walked out of the supermarket, it was already dark, Ye Qing insisted on carrying the shopping bags full of Duanmulian by himself, and then let him go, anyway, even if this man wants to climb a tree, he has a hundred reasons, he can't compete.

Both of them were in a good mood, even Ye Qing's unsmiling face softened a little under the moonlight, Duanmulian walked in front and looked back at him with a smile, the man also looked back.

Eyes facing each other, looking at each other without words, looking at each other affectionately and loving for thousands of years?

It's just an illusion right now.

Duan Mulian smiled brightly, the curved eyes were very beautiful, Ye Qing was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to react, he turned his head and strode forward, after all, he had to move forward, he couldn't get stuck in this honeypot, With his hands behind his back, he strode openly and frankly, not afraid of falling and having no support.

Ye Qing quickly followed and got into the car with him, he didn't bother to throw the shopping bag in the back seat, Duanmulian grabbed it and put it on his lap.In the early autumn season, it was almost seven o'clock in the evening and the afterglow of the setting sun was completely gone.

Duanmulian was still smiling, and even took the initiative to kiss Ye Qing on the cheek.

"Come on, go home."